Shattered

Chapter One

"Happy birthday" I whisper to myself as I light up a cigarette

I continue my journey to my home where my parents are either passed out from excessive drinking and drug abuse. School wasn't too bad today, nobody wished me a happy birthday though.

I turn eighteen today and not a single person wished me a happy birthday except myself. Not even my own parents, but I wouldn't be here if they had a choice. My birth was an accident my parents never planned to get pregnant with me because they never wanted to settle down and stop partying.

I finally reach my street and start walking towards my house at the end. Once I begin to get closer it looks like my front doors wide open, which is very uncommon, but I just shrug the thought off.

When I walk up to the front door it is wide open and I slowly walk in slowly, a little suspicious. I start to walk into my kitchen when I see them.. Both of them lying on the kitchen floor dead with a pool of blood surrounding them.

My first thought is to check if their alive, but I cant move. Both of my parents are laying on the floor, probably dead, and I cant wrap my head around it. I turn and dash out my front door sobbing. I keep running and I don't stop until I run into someone. I'm crying, sobbing actually and I cant see anything or anyone.

My vision clears up a little bit and I meet a beautiful pair of blue eyes. I almost get distracted, but I start rambling to the man. Sobbing for help and he's fighting to understand what I'm saying to him.

"My parents! Please help my parents! Call the police" I sob realizing I'm still in his grip.

"What darling? Whats going on?" He says puzzled

"My parents have been murdered, both of them! Call 911!" I yell and start crying again

The man has to be no older than 21 and is pretty handsome I will admit. He hurries his phone out of his pocket and dials 911. He asks for my address and I try to get it out. I eventually calm my voice enough to tell him.

I'm not sure why I'm so upset about this, not to sound like a bitch, but I hated them more than anyone else. I raised myself, they never loved me. They gave me $25 each month to live off of, until I got a job to support myself more.

The man introduces himself as Niall. He walks me to what must be his car and I look at him suspiciously. I stand there not sure whether I should trust him or not.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm taking you to the police and your going to tell them what happened" He says softly

I get into the car keeping myself prepared at any moment to jump out of the car if he tries something.
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Hope you enjoy ~M xx